still hid most of my body, but his hands could easily discover all of my secrets. “Lachlan, why can’t you sit still? Lachlan, can’t you just enjoy the day?”
“I thought this would be more fun,” I said.
“You weren’t wrong.” The hand on my hip drifted lower. No pretense. No teasing. He found my slit and captured me with a searching hand.
I pouted. “But I wanted to make you come.”
“Ladies first.”
I arched as he rolled my clit between his fingers. The fierce shocks dizzied me. My timid mew became a pleased gasp. He rubbed me with an expert touch. I went limp against his muscles.
It didn’t make sense.
Every twist of his fingers owned my body. He tore through my inhibitions and touched me as if he had known me for years, not the few days we spent tangled within drunken desperation and consuming desires.
Harder or softer, quicker or slower, he knew exactly when to change his pace to make me shiver. Maybe he understood me that well…or maybe I surrendered to any touch he’d offer that secret place.
No other man could dizzy me the way he could. Not just my body, but my mind. My heart.
I shouldn’t have been so comfortable with him.
Shouldn’t have gotten so close.
Shouldn’t have trapped myself under his skilled fingers.
I whispered in pleading breaths for him to take me. A couple flicks. A little rub. A pinch. Hell, even a rasped word from him. I paralyzed myself on the brink of his control and my passion. But as long as he touched me, I never wanted to be free again.
Lachlan was right. He was an adrenaline rush wrapped in a dangerous touch and shadowed by my own desires. The brush of his hand fluttered everything inside me. His kiss on my neck tensed my core, already twisting in blissful agony. His thick fingers prodded me. He teased my swollen clit.
This wasn’t a fight-or-flight response. This was complete surrender.
Again and again he flicked his fingers over that little nub. The water rushed around us, tickling and tugging and guiding us deeper into the pool, under the dropping branches of the tree and into the hidden cove that heated our blood and trembled our words.
His cock hardened and pressed into my back. Huge. Wanting. Dangerous. My body craved to feel it again.
Was this a rush…or an addiction to him? I hadn’t had him inside me since Vegas, and yet I slickened and waited and clenched over the memory of it. His fingers could tame my suffocating need, but only his cock could free me in a moment of absolute magic.
His cock rubbed my ass. I pushed back. He liked that. So did I.
I bumped him with my hips and teased his shaft. I ground against his waist and rubbed his cock with every little hump. His breathing hitched again. I grinned. He could touch me all he wanted, but I’d make sure every stroke of his fingers was answered with a wiggle of my ass against his cock. I’d torment him with the same delights he wove over me.
“Fuck, Elle…” He spoke through clenched teeth. “You’ll drown me.”
I panted through my words. “You think you’re the only one who can tease?”
He pinned me close and forced my hips to still. “You’ve been nothing but a tease, Red, but now you’re gonna come for me. Hard. And you’re gonna realize what you’ve known all along.”
“What’s that?”
“That you belong right here, in my arms, getting fucked like an animal by your husband.”
A tempting offer when my blood boiled and core ached for him. My eyes pinched closed. His fingers moved too quick, too fast, too perfectly.
“And if I refuse to come?”
He laughed. “I’d love to see you try. You’re begging for it now. Shaking. Hot. That puffy little pussy is wetter than the damn river.”
“Doesn’t mean…” I bit my lip to silence a moan. “I’ll come for you.”
“Why fight it?” His words lowered, a secret whisper for me and me alone. “Stay with me forever, and your life will be nothing but pleasure.”
His hand slipped on my hip.
I wasn’t letting him win that easily—not even with a lifetime of his skilled tongue on the line.
He didn’t expect me to twist so suddenly. The rush of kicked bubbles tickling against my slit almost pitched me over the edge. I darted away, diving through water that nearly boiled around me.
I sighed. I trembled. I kept a safe distance between him. A few yards. Well beyond his arms.
Because if he caught me again, I’d